I suppose with the panic in the markets, a bit of hysteria is to be expected. But this might qualify as too much... A coworker sent over this image from today's Jerusalem Post; read the caption under the image to the left: A bit harsh, I'd say.
Sometimes, we have to heal the healer. I'm referring, of course, to Oren Zarif. And by healing, I mean help him out with his horribly cheesy marketing schemes. Sounds familiar? Not sure who I'm talking about? Sure, you do! Here's a clue: There are plenty of healers out there in the world, across cultures. There... Continue Reading →
I haven't even moved there yet, but I feel like I'm already getting cheerleader-syndrome for Tzur Hadassah. Looks like the Jerusalem Post is either reading my stuff or recognizes the quickly-growing settlement: On Location: Between chalets and minarets The feature article starts off like this: "Nestled somewhere between the hills of Switzerland and the mosques... Continue Reading →